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Araw ng Kalayaan…..

Pamamahayag ng Kalayaan ng Pilipinas

Ang Rebolusyonaryong Kongreso ng Malolos, 1898.

Ang Pamamahayag ng Kalayaan ng Pilipinas ay ginanap noong Hunyo 12, 1898, kung saan ipinahayag ng mga Pilipinong manghihimagsik sa pamumuno ni Heneral Emilio Aguinaldo (na naging Unang Pangulo ng Pilipinas) ang soberanya at kalayaan ng Pilipinas mula sa Espanya matapos matalo ang mga ito sa labanan sa Look ng Maynila sa Digmaang Espanyol-Amerikano.

Ang pamamahayag ay hindi kinilala ng Estados Unidos at Espanya. Pagpapatunay ito nang ilipat ng pamahalaan ng Espanya ang Pilipinas sa Estados Unidos sa Kasunduan sa Paris, para sa halaga ng mga salaping nawala sa digmaan.

Kinilala lamang ng Estados Unidos ang kalayaan ng Pilipinas noong Hulyo 4, 1946. Ipinagdiwang ang Araw ng Kalayaan noong Hulyo 4, ngunit dahil sa nasyonalismo at sa payo ng mga dalumhasa ng kasaysayan ng bansa, ang Batas Republika Blg. 4166 ay nilagdaan ni Pangulong Diosdado Macapagal noong 1964, na naglipat ng Araw ng Kalayaan mula sa Hulyo 4 sa Hunyo 12

this time…….

hmmmmmm

paano mo ba masasabi kung inlove ka na?

and how can you know na sya na talaga?

how can you know that this special someone is the right one?

do you believe in first love? or love at first sight?

how do you forget someone give you so much to remember?

how can you look at this ?

mahal mo sya pero hindi pwede, dahil may hindi ka nya mahal at may mahal sya na iba.

pero pag kayo lng magkasama eh ang close close nyo, ang sweet nya, tapos pag meron iba hindi na sya makapag usap… parang wala lng. hmmmmm

are you going to love this specila someone or your going to forget everything? or are you going to pursue your love and stay inspired? or do you go away or forget this special someone…hmmmmmm

broken side of me……

moving on….. gogogo

hmmmm

wala lng naisip ko lng while im in the FX this morning… last day na pla ng May, so it means last day na ng Summer… also last day na rin para sa flores de mayo…

Summer here in d Philippines always start on the month of march…. but in other country summer is just started…. hmmmmmm

dbah kakatuwa… naisip ko lng din… parang hindi ako masyado nag karoon ng pag kakataon na magh swiming this summer….. i only went to Villa Fontana last march then at Bataan Last May…. hmmmmm konti lng noh… unlike the other summer na more swiming more fun… hahahahaha…..

at syempre mawawala ba naman sa buwan ng Mayo ang Flores De Mayo or Santacruzan….

Ano nga ba Ang Santacruzan or Flores De Mayo at saan nga ito nag mula.

Flores, from Spanish flores or “flowers,” also known as Flores de Mayo (flowers of May), Flores de Maria (flowers of Mary) or alay (offering), may refer to the whole Flower Festival celebrated in the month of May in honor of the Virgin Mary .

In the Tagalog region, this custom and celebration started after the proclamation of the dogma of the Immaculate Conception in 1854 and after the publication circa 1867 of Mariano Sevilla’s translation of the devotional Flores de Maria or Mariquit na Bulaclac na sa Pagninilaynilay sa Buong Buan nang Mayo ay Inihahandog nang manga Devoto cay Maria Santisima (The Flowers of Mary or the Beautiful Flowers that in the Meditations During the Whole Month of May are Offered by Devotees to Mary the Holiest)

A Santacruzan is a religious-historical beauty pagent held in many cities, towns and even smll villages throughout the Philippines during the month of May. One of the most colorful May-time festivals in the Philippines which depicts the finding of the Holy Cross by Queen Helena, mother of Constantine the Great. Many movie and television personalities participate in the events and are featured as major sagalas and escorts.

The festivity commemorates the search of the Holy Cross by Queen Helena (Reina Elena) and her son, the newly converted emperor Constantine. After the Holy Cross was found in Jerusalem and brought back to rome, there was a joyful celebration for thanksgiving.

Nine days of prayer (a novena) in honor of the Holy Cross precedes the Flores de Mayo or Santacruzan. This festival was introduced by the Spaniards in the Philippines and has since become part of Filipino traditions identified with youth, love and romance.

This colorful pageant parade is arranged in this order:

1. Methuselah – he is bearded, bent with age, riding a cart looking preoccupied with toasting some grains of sand in a pan over a fire. This is a reminder that all that glitters will end up as dust like what he
is toasting.

2. Reyna Banderada – a young lady dressed in a long red gown carrying a yellow triangular flag. She represents the coming of Christianity.

3. Aetas – represent the state of the country before the coming of Christianity. These are the unconverted Filipino pagans.

4. Reyna Mora – represents the dominant religion before Christianity (feminine of Moro from the Moslem religion).

5. Reyna Fe – symbolizes the virtue of faith – the first of the theological virtues. She carries a cross.

6. Reyna Esperanza – symbolizes the virtue of hope – the second theological virtue. She carries an anchor.

7. Reyna Caridad – symbolizes the virtue of charity – the third theological virtue. She carries a red heart.

8. Reyna Abogada – the defender of the poor and the oppressed. She wears a black graduation cap (toga) and gown and she carries a big book.

9. Reyna Sentenciada – has her slim hands bound by a rope. She is the symbol of the innocents who have been convicted. She is accompanied by two Roman soldiers.

10. Reyna Justicia – a personification of the “mirror of justice”. She carries a weighing scale and a sword.

11. Reyna Judith – representing Judith of Pethulia who saved her city from the Assyrians after she beheaded the cruel holoferns. She carries the head of the beheaded man on one hand and a sword on the other.

12. Reyna Sheba – who visited the famed King Solomon and was overwhelmed by his wisdom, power and richess. She carries a jewelry box.

13. Reyna Esther – the biblical Jewish who spared her countrymen from death and destruction through timely intervention with the King Xerxes. She carries a scepter.

14. Samaritana – the woman who Christ spoke to at the well. She carries a jug on her shoulder.

15. Veronica – the woman who wiped the face of Jesus. She carries a bandana imprinted with the three faces of Jesus.

16. Tres Marias: Mary of Magdala – she carries a bottle of perfume; Mary, Mother of Christ – she carries a handkerchief; Mary, mother of James – she carries a bottle of oil.

17. Marian – celebrating the many titles of the Virgin Mary.

a. A-v-e–M-a-r-i-a — represented by eight (8) girls all Wearing long white dressess with wings to make them look like angels. Each one carries a letter to complete the word “AVE MARIA.”

b. Divina pastora (Divine Shepherdess) – she carries a shepherdess’ staff.

c. Reyna de las Estrellas (Queen of Stars) – she carries a wand with a star.

d. Rosa Mystica – she carries a bouquet of roses.

e. Reyna Paz (queen of peace) – she carries the symbol of peace.

f. Reyna de las Propetas – she carries a hour glass.

g. Reyna del Cielo (Queen of Heaven) she carries a flower. She has two (2) angels.

h. Reyna de las Virgines – she carries a rosary and is surrounded by two (2) little angels.

i. Reyna de las Flores (Queen of Flowers) – she carries a bouquet of flowers.

18. Reyna Elena (Queen Helena) – the legendary founder of the true Cross, represented by the small cross she carries. She is escorted by her son, Constantine.

The procession is followed by the steady beat of rondalla, playing and singing “Dios Te Salve”. The devotees walking with the procession hold lighted candles in their hands and singing the prayer.

Dios Te Salve (Hail Mary)

Dios te salve Maria
Llena eres de gracia
El senor es contigo
Bendita tu eres
Entre todas las mujeres
Y bendito es el fruto
Y bendito es el fruto
De tu vientre Jesus.

Santa Maria Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros
Pecadores ahora
Y en la hora
De nuestra muerte amen. Jesus

After the procession there is a pabitin that serves as a culminating activity for all the children to enjoy. Pabitin is a square trellis where goodies (candies, fruits, etc.) are hung by strings. This trellis in turn is tied to a rope and is suspended on a strong branch or pole. The children gather under the trellis and they jump as high as they can to try to pick the goodies as the trellis gets lowered to them while someone pulls it up and down repeatedly until the goodies are gone.

For the Santacruzan to be more exciting, the chosen Reina Elena is kept a secret until the day of the parade to surprise the people.

It is requested that male members attending the Santacruzan wear Barong Tagalog and the women wear any Filipino costumes, if available.

hmmmmm i really love watching santacrusan i still remember when im still in bulacan… we always watch santacruzan with my family… at natatandaan ko rin na nag ave maria ung pamangkin ko ay kasama pa ako nag ilaw sa kanay…

but this year its sad to say na wala man lang ako napanood na santacrusan kahit isa…. kakamis naman…

at dahil last day na ng May. last day na ng summer at santacrusan

ibig sabihin tag-ulan na…. & its back to school na… yehey………
Good Luck sa mga studyante…. hgehhehehehe

“XOXO”



Bolero

Narinig ko lng ito

boy : musta….

gay: eto ok lng ikaw musta?

boy: ok lng din cute pa din.

gay: syempre naman. cute ka nman talaga eh ay hindi lang pala yon lakas pa ng appeal.. hehehehe

boy: bolero…

gay: totoo nga

boy: sana ung pagka bolero mo ginamit mo nlng sa babae… hindi sa akin noh…

hahahahah pwede dbah….. heheheh

bolero….. hahahaha

Bakit????????

hmmmmmm bkit kaya ganon noh… pag ikaw ung nag pupursige hindi nila mapansin ung efort mo para sa kanila.

bkit din kaya kahit ano gawin mo parang hindi ka nila matangap

bkit kahit kaya may mga bagay na hindi maipagkatiwala sayo

may mga bagay na hindi pa rin nila masabi sayo.

may mga bagay na sinasabi nila tungkol sayo pag naka talikod ka pero hindi nila masabi ng harapan sayo.

bkit kaya may mga pagkakataon na kahit alam mo na hindi ka nila tangap eh nag sususmiksik ka pa rin

bkit naman kaya ksi. para akong tanga…. hind ko sila kayang kontrahin. parang ksi akong tanga na sunud sunuran sa kanila,

at bkit naman kasi napaka martir ko o sadyang tanga lang ba ako.

o pwede rin mahilig kasi akong mag assume. kaya ayan ako rin ang binabalikan.,…….

nakakapang hina na isipin na wala man lang nakakpuna na ako ay nasasaktan. habang sila ay nag kakasiyahan.

o sadyang hindi ko lng talaga alam mag pakita ng kahinaan.

parang kasi ako ang laging nakikinig at sa akin ay walang nakikinig. o sadyang hindi ako snay mag share ng nararamdaman ko.

hmmmmmm msakit isipin pero bka ako nga ang may pagkukulang…

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Don’t be fooled by me.

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear

for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,

masks that I’m afraid to take off,

and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,

but don’t be fooled,

for God’s sake don’t be fooled.

I give you the impression that I’m secure,

that all is sunny and unruffled with me

within as well as without,

that confidence is my name and coolness my game,

that the water’s calm and I’m in command

and that I need no one,

but don’t believe me.

My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,ever-varying and ever-concealing.

Beneath lies no complacence.

Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness

But I hide this.

I don’t want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.

That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,

a nonchalant sophisticated facade,

to help me pretend,

to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,and I know it.

That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,

if it’s followed by love.

It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,

from my own self-built prison walls,

from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.

It’s the only thing that will assure me

of what I can’t assure myself,

that I’m really worth something.

But I don’t tell you this.  I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.

I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,

will not be followed by love.

I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,

that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me

I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing

and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,

with a facade of assurance without

and a trembling child within.

So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,

and my life becomes a front.

I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.

I tell you everything that’s really nothing

and nothing of what’s everything,

of what’s crying within me.

So when I’m going through my routine

do not be fooled by what I’m saying.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not

saying,

what I’d like to be able to say,

what for survival I need to say,

but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.

I don’t like playing superficial phony games.          I

I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me

but you’ve got to help me.

You’ve got to hold out your hand

even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes

the blank stare of the breathing dead.

Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,

each time you try to understand because you really care,

my heart begins to grow wings–

very small wings,

very feeble wings,but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling

you can breathe life into me.

I want you to know that.

I want you to know how important you are to me,

how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–

of the person that is me

if you choose to.

You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,

you alone can remove my mask,

you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,

from my lonely prison,

if you choose to.

Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.

It will not be easy for you.

A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.

The nearer you approach to me

the blinder I may strike back.

It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man

often I am irrational.

I fight against the very thing I cry out for.

But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls

and in this lies my hope.

Please try to beat down those walls

with firm hands but with gentle hands

for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?

I am someone you know very well.

For I am every man you meet

and I am every woman you meet.

Nakuha ko lng ulit sa PC ko sa Office i like it kaya ini post ko. hope you like it too…

That Right Prson

That Right Person…

Somebody once told me that “Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong…..it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there…you’ll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a “right person” for you…and don’t rush things….coz somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you.”   You can never be perfect…the person you love can never be perfect…but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you.  But, no relationship is complete without God…..that’s why we have marriage it’s a bond not only between you and your loved one….but also with God.   Our relationships fail not because she/he’s not the right person….it’s  because we expected too much and we decided on our own….let God do the  work…you may call it waiting time….but while you are  waiting…pray.  Let God guide you always…He knows better.  No, He knows best.   Love is not what you think it is….Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last.  Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love.  Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life.   Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined.  When we think   we’re in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us.   We say this phrase “You are the most wonderful gift from GOD I have ever received…”  After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say “You are the biggest mistake I’ve ever made for my entire life…!!!!”. Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E? Are you really deeply into it?   Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears.  Most of the time, these love promises like “Forever, Till Death do us apart, etc.” would end up “Never” and “We should part ways, I’m no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!”. Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree “S/He ain’t the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come.”   But the big question anyone could not answer is “Is she/he the right one?”  and “When is the right time?” That made us stick to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? A big YES is the answer. Don’t be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it.  Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.   You’re right, There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there’s   a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already knew that you’re too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don’t give it a try.  You’ll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew   and felt that the relationship will not last, don’t go deeper into it.  You’ll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.   It’s really hard to say goodbye though, but you can’t make it any better by   just pretending you still have the same feelings.  Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest.  Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself.  More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.   We call it love when we can’t leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, its just pity.  We call it love when we’re too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life.  We misunderstood, its just that we’re too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past.   We are mistaken, its just insecurity.  But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn’t something you can buy nor beg.  It is real and existing.  You can’t touch it but you can feel it in your heart.  You can’t find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come.  It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don’t forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the   whole galaxy.

I really Love this one. i just find it at my Office Computer. and i don’t know where it cam from… if kanino man ito i really love this. Thanks

I read it so many times. ngayon ko lng sya naisip na ishare sa blog ko. sana magustuhan nyo rin

Home by MICHAEL BUBLE

HOME

Michael Buble

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

the only exception

The Only Exception
Paramore

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And cursed at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
I’d never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face

And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I’m content
With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I’ve got a tight grip on reality
But I can’t
Let go of what’s in front of me here
I know your leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

Oh—

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I’m on my way to believe in.
Oh, And I’m on my way to believe in.

My Immortal

My Immortal

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
But now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you´re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me